Lexington Black
to court social media or talk
with other independent authors. Sandy's putdown had convinced him
he was no good but he hadn't had the heart to withdraw the book
from sale.
    'I've got notebooks full of novels I've
started and abandoned repeatedly over the years,' he continued.
'One day I'd like to have some time so I can sit down and actually
do one of them some justice.' He shrugged. 'I warned you it was
dull.'
    'I wouldn't have said dull. Fucking surreal,
perhaps.'
    Taking advantage of the lull in the
conversation, Rob glanced at his watch. 'We should be getting
back.'
    On the drive back to the showroom, he
wondered if he had done the right thing by accepting Lex's
invitation to dinner. He had not wanted to offend the man by saying
no, but he was not sure what Paul would think if he found out.
    Should he say anything to Lex, to tell him
not to say anything?
    No. Then it would imply there was something
wrong about two guys just meeting up for a meal and shooting the
breeze. And that's what it was. Two guys, meeting up, shooting the
breeze.
    But what if it wasn't? What if this was the
adventure he had been waiting for his whole life?
    What if he was like his father in more ways
than one?
    The thoughts spun around his head as Lex put
the Audi through its paces on the empty, twisting roads. It hugged
the corners and accelerated with a roar down the straights. Speed
limits through the small villages seemed to be irrelevant. By some
miracle they were not flashed by speed cameras or spotted by roving
policemen, and they arrived back at the showroom little before five
o'clock.
    Rob directed Lex towards a parking space
between two other cars and he pulled in.
    'I'll put it back in showroom later,' he said
as he unfastened his seatbelt.
    As they walked back to Lex's car, Rob felt
his hand on his shoulder. It was an innocuous gesture until the
moment they broke apart, when he felt his fingertips run lightly
down his back and stroke him just above the swell of his buttocks.
Then he smoothly shook Rob's hand as if nothing had happened.
    'Until tomorrow, Robin Martyn. Today has been
... enlightening. Definitely not dull.' Again that amused smile,
and the gentle squeeze before he let go.
    Damned right, it had been , Rob thought
as he practically ran into the cloakroom. He adjusted his clothing
to make his erection less noticeable and splashed cold water on his
face. He was flushing like a teenager on heat.
    'Is everything all right?' Paul was standing
right outside the cloakroom door as he emerged again.
    'Fine,' Rob squeaked. The unexpected sight of
Paul's concerned, wrinkled visage calmed his cock and he let out a
relieved breath. 'Fine,' he said in an almost normal voice. 'He
bought me coffee, chatted me up and said he'd think about it.'
    Paul continued to watch him curiously. 'It
was strange when he specifically asked for you to take him out. I
don't suppose you have any idea why?'
    'I've never seen him before in my life.'
    'Sounds like the only ride he was interested
in was you,' Greg grinned, his humour returned. Rob smiled weakly
at them, thinking of their reaction if they ever found out how true
that could be.
    That night he was too wired to sleep. He lay
on his bed with too many thoughts whirling around in his head, the
main one being "a guy touched me and I liked it."
    He knew what the implications were. All those
people who had looked at him with some sympathy after his premature
ejection from his own house would be nodding and saying, "yeah, I
knew it.' Which they did not. No-one did. He remembered all the
offensive banter he had shared with the guys at the garage. The way
they laughed when one of their number went in with a new trendy
haircut.
    'What are you, gay now?' The wolf-whistles,
the mincing about, all buying into that stereotype of the typical
gay man and laughing at his expense.
    Shit, and now he was one of them. What could
he say? Hey guys, just so you know, I like cock.
    Just. Wait. One. Fucking. Moment. Lex had
made
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